He’s in the boat!

Why am I afraid?

I’ve travelled miles and miles with my sails pushed by the winds
The tempest keeps raging and the waves beat at me
My life, an endless journey of rough seas and shifting shorelines
Yet every day, I sail on, hoping one day I’ll find my restful shore
But the sea won’t stop and the waves won’t cease
Yet one thing beats me; there’s a guest in my boat
And he doesn’t seem to mind that today the storm might break us
He’s there, sleeping away, and I’m so afraid,
It might be our last sail together, or so it might seem . . .

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If it’s Jesus in the boat with me, then why am I afraid?
The one who calmed the seas and raised the dead and breathe new life in me
If I didn’t let him out at the shore behind us, why am I dismayed?
The one who didn’t need a lifeline to walk upon the raging sea
Do I somehow think he wants to go for a swim?
Or have a feel at holding his breath with me sinking to the sea bed?
If it’s Jesus in the boat with me, why am I afraid?
O me of little faith, trust a little; Jesus won’t let us sink today.

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The storm hasn’t ceased, yet he’s walking on the sea
I see the waves crashing around, the lightning blinding my line of sight
Yet I hear him calling me to come, to walk on the water that sinks my boat
To venture into the open, away from the safety of being afloat
I’m trying to choose which seems best for me
To perish with my boat or perish all alone
Yet he doesn’t seem to mind that my boat is all I own
He bids me come, I stretch out my hands and reach out to him
But the crashing waves take my feet, or so it might seem . . .

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If it’s Jesus out there calling to me, then why am I afraid?
The one who calmed the seas and raised the dead and breathe new life in me
If I didn’t let him out at the shore behind us, why am I dismayed?
The one who didn’t need a lifeline to walk upon the raging sea
Do I somehow think he wants to go for a swim?
Or have a feel at holding his breath with me sinking to the sea bed?
If it’s Jesus out there calling to me, why am I afraid?
O me of little faith, trust a little; Jesus won’t let you sink today.

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Once again, I cast out and head into the deep
With my guest sitting right beside me
Whether in the boat or out at sea,
I know I am safe in his company
The creator of the heavens and the earth
Left his throne to sit in my boat
O me of little faith, you’ll never be alone
In Him is your restful shore.

Title: Why Am I Afraid?
Written: 28/04/16

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